'muddied' i must've thought. <br />dirty, dirty with filth! <br />it might be the sand, puked by the dead river <br />dead leaves, cracked bones, layers and layers of bygone dusts <br />every eyes must have leered even if it has been seen once.. <br /> <br />washed and cradled by the sea <br />crushed and cuddled by the howling breeze <br />now it breaths, now it beats <br />sparkling.. sparkling and sparkling.. <br />now see what it become! <br />crystal grains glowing even without the sun. <br /> <br />each palm of grain is now contain of silica and numerous rock minerals.. <br />it might be salt crystals, moon stones or it might be carbon <br />but no one knows it has sprinkles of diamonds <br /> <br />don't hissed, don't sway <br />adhere and don't ever part <br />hush and feel each beat <br />don't dare ignore <br /> <br />a black heart <br /> <br /> <br />-for chai fonacier<br /><br />Liyo Denorte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-black-heart/
